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The Slacker 



A Play in One Act 



By 
JEWELL BOTHWELL TULL 

Written for The Philomathean Literary Society 

o/Coj^nell College, Aft. Vernon, Iowa, and 

produced by them in November^ ^9^7- 



NOTE 

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1917 






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The Slacker 



PEOPLE OF THE PLAY 

Grant Moore. 
Mrs. Moor-E, Ais mother. 
Betty Caldwell, his fiancee. 
Benny Smith, a young lieutenant, 
Mrs. Smith, his 7nother. 
Ella Brown, his sweetheart, 
Mrs. Ralph. 
Mrs. Elton. 
Mrs. Jones. 

Other ladies and girls of the Marsville Red Cross Society, 

Time. — An afternoon in May, 191 7. 
Place. — A living-room in the Moore home. 




Copyright, 191 7, by Jewell Bothwell Tull 
As author and proprietor. 



Professional stage and moving picture rights reserved, 
©CLD. 48329 . ' 

HO\l 14 1317 



The Slacker 



SCENE. — The scene takes place in the pleasant, com- 
fortably-furnished living-room in the home of Grant 
jMoore and his mother. On the wall at c. back hangs 
a portrait of a Civil \Wir veteran — Grant Moore's 
father — over zvhich is hung the American flag. Up 
stage at the R. is an old-fashioned wooden chest. A 
door, leading to the little front piacza that overlooks 
the main street is dozvn r. Another door, r. c, leads 
to Grant's room. At the l., heaz'y portieres conceal 
the double doors to the dining-room. A library table 
stands in the c. — a little to the l. There is a vase of 
early spring flozvcrs upon it. A settee is placed down 
R. The room has been put in order for a Kensington 
of the ladies of the Red Cross Society. It is early 
afternoon in May, 19 17. 

' (During the rising of the curtain and for a time after- 
zvard, there is heard the sound of distant cheering, 
and a band playing " Yankee Doodle " and " Dixie!' 
The young men of Marsville, nearly all of whom 
have answered the call for volunteers, are being 
drilled by young Lieutenant Benny Smith, a 
Marsvillian, home on furlough. The troop has just 
marched down Main Street. At the door, r., stands 
Grant Moore, a tall, good-looking, well-set-up 
young man of thirty-one or two. Near him stands 
Mrs. Moore, his widowed mother, a frail, silver- 
haired, gentle little zvoman in her early seventies. 
But she is still .repiarkably young and active. They 
are gaaing out at the passing troops. There is a 
strangely zvistfid look on both their faces. The 

3 



4 THE SLACKER 

young man's arm is laid protectingly about his 
mother's shoulders.) 

Grant. They're a fine-looking lot, aren't they, 
mother? Fifty out of this one little town! And Lieu- 
tenant Benny's all there ! Marsville ought to be mighty 
proud of him. 

{There is a sort of envy in his voice as he gazes out 
into the street.) 

Mrs. Moore. He is very handsome in his uniform, 
surely. {She turns away with a little sigh. In the c. 
of the room she stops, looking up at the portrait on the 
wall, with the flag above it.) But I think I like the blue 
your father wore best. Khaki, of course, is more serv- 
iceable. They say Benny's mother is just bursting with 
pride. 

Grant. So will all the other mothers be when their 
boys get into their new togs. Uniform makes a lot of 
difference — with women. 

(Mrs. Moore has sat dozvn in her rocking-chair at the 
L. She takes up her knitting. She is making a 
sweater for a Belgian soldier. After a few mo- 
ments of silence she looks up at the young man, 
still standing in the doorway.) 

Mrs. Moore. You — you don't wish you were one of 
them, do you, Grant? 

{She has tried to make the question a casual one, but 
she zvaits for the answer with a sort of wistful fear.) 

Grant {for a moment he does not answer. His lips 
tighten, his hands clench; then he crosses to his mother 
with a little protesting laugh). Mother! Hov/ many 
hundred times are you gomg to ask me that question? 
Of course I don't wish I were one of them! It's all 
right for these young chaps without responsibilities. It 
will be a splendid adventure, and they'll be a part of a 
Big Thing — the Biggest Thing the world has seen for 

many a day ! It would be glorious {He stops 

abruptly.) But I am thirty-two. I have my career to 



THE SLACKER 5 

think of — and you, Momsey, dear ! And in June there'll 
be Betty 

Mrs. Moore. You sure you're not — sacrificing — for 
me ? I 

Grant {sitting on the arm of his mother's chair, and 
placing a tender arm about her). You're not the person 
to be speaking of sacrifice, little mother — after all you've 
given up for me. You've spent every cent you had on 
my education, and now I must get some return. If I 

were younger But two, three, four — Heaven only 

knows how many years out — think where that would 
put me in my profession ! Somebody's got to stay at 
home — we can't all go ! {He seems to he arguing with 
himself.) And I — prefer to stay! You needn't fear 
losing your son yet a while, Momsey, dear ! 

Mrs. Moore. Think of all the poor mothers over 

there ! It must be very terrible I suppose we 

can't realize But that reminds me! Some of the 

ladies are coming in to sew. 

{She rises, brushing away a furtive tear or two, lays 
her knitting on the table and begins wiping an 
imaginary speck of dust here and there, straighten- 
ing a chair ^ a blind.) 

Grant (gaily). Then I'm off to the ofBce ! 

{He gets his hat and starts for the door.) 

Mrs. Moore. Oh, Grant, dear! I've asked Mrs. 
Smith to bring Benny in for a while and show him off. 
Betty's coming, too. Couldn't you run back for a 
minute ? 

Grant. Two such inducements are irresistible. I'll 
be back! {He kisses her and hurries out r.) 

Mrs. Moore {follozmng him). Don't be long then. 
It's almost time. {When he has gone she turns slowly 
back into the room. Standing by the table c, she lifts 
her knitting and lets it fall again from listless fingers. 
Then turning, she walks to the old chest and kneels, 
taking from it a zvorn coat of blue, a soldier s hat, a 
sword with belt and scabbard. Tenderly she caresses 
them with old trembling hands. Holding them close to 



6 THE SLACKER 

her, she hows her head as if in prayer. There comes the 
sound of women s voices, and a knock at the door, r. 
Hastily concealing her treasures and her tears, she gives 
a pat to her hair and her collar, and forcing a smile of 
welcome, opens the door. Several ladies of the local 
Red Cross enter with their sewing bags. There are some 
young girls, some middle-aged, a few older women. 
One, Mrs. Elton, is about Mrs. Moore's age. Mrs. 
Moore shakes hands or pats an arm of each as they 
enter.) Oh, come in, Mrs, Ralph — Mrs. Ehon. Warm 
for May, isn't it? Hello, girls! Find seats, won't you? 
We ought to feel inspired after the parade. You girls 
can just cuddle up on the sofa there. Where's Mrs. 
Smith ? 

Ella Brown. Oh, she's gone to round up Benny. 
He says he's willing to fight for his country, but he draws 
the line at sewing parties ! 

Mrs. Moore (with kindly raillery). She shotild have 
sent you to fetch him in, Ella ! 

(There is a little laugh at Ella's expense. She blushes 
and ducks her head into her sewing bag. A light, 
quick step is heard outside, a tap at the door, zuhich 
is immediately pushed open and the bright, pretty 
face of Betty Caldwell is seen peeking in.) 

Betty. Am I late? Everybody here? 
Ella (getting even). Not everybody \ Grant is 
absent. 

Enter Betty, blushing a little, but laughing with the non- 
chalance of the engaged girl. Mrs. Moore goes to 
meet her. 
Mrs. Moore (whispering). But he'U be here pretty 
soon, Betty, dear. Did you bring your knitting ? 

Betty (nodding and smiling). If there's anything I 

can do to help you 

Mrs. Moore. Yes, dear, a little later. 

(Betty joins the group, sitting near the girls, at l. of 
sofa. Mrs. Moore sits c, near the table. Her 
face must be plainly visible during the following 
conversation. Knitting needles flash rapidly on 



THE SLACKER 7 

gray and khaki-colored sweaters, socks, and muf- 
flers. There is a general buzz of conversation. 
Now and then a voice breaks out above the others.) 

Betty {with a mischievous glance in Ella's direc- 
tion). I saw Ella knitting a brilliant old-rose sweater 
the other day. I wondered if it was for Lieutenant 
Benny ! 

Mrs. Ralph (a childless woman of middle-age, with 
a good heart but a rather severe manner and a sharp 
tongue). Shame on you, Ella Brown! When there's 
so much to do ! And wasting the wool, too ! 

Ella. I — I — w^as knitting it for my — my old maid 
aunt ! She — she's an invalid. 

{There is a general "hoot" of amused derision from 
the girls.) 

Betty. Look at the size of that sock! Do you sup- 
pose there ever was anybody with a foot as big as that ! 
. Ella. Oh, it'll shrink! 

Mrs. Ralph. You've probably done it wrong! I 
don't think they ought to trust the more particular things 
to sfirls. Thev can do mufflers and wristlets. Mrs. 
Elton here's the one can knit socks ! Just look at that 
toe — it's perfect! {She takes the sock from the old 
lady's hand and holds it up to view.) How's that for 
seventy years ! 

Mrs. Elton {modestly). But I've had plenty of 
practise. I've had six boys, and I knitted stockings for 
all of them v^-hen they were little. How they did hate 
to wear them, because they made their legs itch ! 

Mrs. Ralph. And four of them are going to the 
w^ar ! No slackers in that family ! 

Betty. Four ! Oh, Mrs. Elton ! 

Mrs. Elton. They want to go. I w^ouldn't stand in 
their w^ay. 

Mrs. Jones {a meek little woman who has knitted 
quietly till now). But, oh, Mrs. Elton, how terrible! 
How can you take it so calmly? I have only one to go, 
if he gets caught in the draft, but I worry and cry night 
and day over it ! 



8 THE SLACKER 

Mrs. Ralph. Well — if I had a son — he'd go! And 
he wouldn't wait for the draft, either. I'd see that he 
enlisted now! Our boys aren't any better than other 
people's. They've been fighting our battles over there 
long enough. It's time we were in on it ! 

Betty (calmly; covering up her resentment at the first 
part of Mrs. Ralph's speech). They can't all go, Mrs. 
Ralph. Some must stay to do the work here. And I 
guess the government knows best whom it wants ! 

Mrs. Ralph. That's all light ! But there'll be plenty 
who ought to go that'll get out of it even then, and the 
age limit's pretty low, seems to me. Besides, I guess 
we American women are as good as the English or 
French women any day, and we can do the men's work, 
if it comes to that ! 

Mrs. Jones. It's hard, just the same. You never had 
a child, Mrs. Ralph, and don't know. Grant's past the 
age limit, isn't he, Mrs. Moore, so you won't have to 
worry. You must be glad! 

(Mrs. Moore, who at the first mention of the word 
" slacker " has started, and, letting her knitting fall 
idly into her lap, has listened with bozved head, now 
looks up with the hunted look of a wounded animal, 
her trembling old fingers plucking at the collar of 
her dress, as though it choked her.) 

Mrs. Ralph. But he's going to enlist, isn't he, Mrs. 
Moore! 

■{It is an indignant demand rather 'than a question.) 

Mrs. Moore. I^I don't know — I don't think so. 
You see — he — he has his profession to think of — and — 
and Betty ! (She smiles across at Betty, looking for 
help in her time of need.) They've been planning so 
long to be married this June, as you know. And then — 
(slozvly the bent figure straightens, the trembling hands 
grow still) — it — it isn't that he — doesn't want to go — 
but you see, I — it would kill me to give him up — I 
couldn't stand it! My only one left! My father and 
three brothers were killed in the Civil War. My hus- 
band; who was a captain, was wounded and ill for years 



THE SLACKER 9 

afterward. Only women who have been through it 
know ! I stayed alone all those years he was away at 
school. He owes it to me to stay ! — I won't let him go ! 

{She has risen in her excitement. Betty comes io 
her quickly, placing an arm about the old shoulders.) 

Betty. Of course he isn't going! He doesn't have 
to and doesn't want to ; so there's no need for worry, 
dear. Hadn't we better go see about tlie tea? 

{She leads Mrs. Moore to the dining-room. After 
the two have disappeared, there is the little shocked 
silence in the room that always follows an outburst 
of emotion, — a breach of propriety.) 

Mrs, Ralph {on the defensive). Of course it's to 
Betty's advantage that Grant stays ! And, of course, 
Mrs. Moore is a very fine old lady, but it seems to me 
she's a rather selfish and unheroic mother! HI were a 
man I wouldn't let two women, who are able to take 
care of themselves, make a slacker out of me ! 

Ella. Everybody doesn't think that way about it, 
Mrs. Ralph. It's a matter for Grant and his own people 
to decide. If he feels it's his duty to stay at home — 
that's his business. 

Mrs. Ralph {she has been vigorously thrusting her 
knitting into her bag). I seem to have made myself 
unpopular. Of course we're all entitled to our own 
opinions, but I know what most think about Grant 
Moore ! 

{She rises to go, but before she can reach the door, it 
opens and Mrs. Smith, a rosy, good-natured little 
woman comes in, laughingly pulling by the sleeve 
her reluctant son. Lieutenant Benny. The 
7JOomen leave their knitting, relieved at this nezv 
excitement. The girls zvith cries of "Benny, 
Benny," help to pidl him into the center of the 
group, where they exaniine his uniform, the cord 
around his hat, the sword at his side. Benny 
gravely stands at attention, his eyes fixed unblink- 
ingly upon the Qitdience.) 



10 THE SLACKER 

The Girls. Oh, Benny, do you suppose you could 
get me a cord like's round your hat? — Do they ever 
really kill anything with their swords? — turn round and 
let's see your back ! 

(Benny ''right-about-faces " then begins calling 
orders in a thundering voice, going through the drill 
wiih droll seriousness.) 

Benny. Attention! {The girls scream a little at the 
suddenness of the command, and laughingly scatter out 
of his way. ) Right turn — march ! One-two- three- 
four. Squad right — march ! One-two-three- four. Squad 

right — march ! One- two Right oblique Halt ! 

{His maneuvers have brought him iip l., directly in 
front of Ella and his mother.) Salute your Superior 
Officer! 

{He makes a sudden movement as if to kiss Ella, but 
changes swiftly, giving his mother a resounding kisS 
on the cheek.) 

Mrs. Smith {with a play fid push). Get out with 
you! {She is beaming with pride.) 

Mrs. Ralph {near the door, preparing to leave). 
Well, any mother might be proud of you, Benny. It's 
too bad there aren't more like you ! Well, good-bye 
everybody. Hope you'll enjoy your tea! 

Benny. Oh, I say, Mrs. Ralph ! You're not going 
before mess, are you? 

Mrs. Ralph. I think my room's worth more'n my 
company ! 

Benny {play f idly). Here! Here! Has there been 
a skirmish in my absence? What's your complaint. 
Sergeant Ralph ? 

Mrs. Ralph {mollified; with a little laugh). Well, I 
didn't mean to cause any trouble or hurt anybody's feel- 
ings. But it seem.s to m.e — {she gives a hasty glance to- 
ward the door, and lowers her voice) that Grant Moore's 
nothing but a slacker, and I said so ! He's big and strong 
and his mother's got a pension and this house and enough 
besides to keep her the rest of her days. What do you 
boys think about him? 



THE SLACKER 11 

Bi£NNY (embarrassed). Oh, Grant? Why — he's all 
right ! He doesn't want to go. 'Tisn't every one likes 
war, y'know — and he doesn't have to — so why Vv'orry : 
(There is a Utile silence at the end of Benny's speech, 
and Benny folloivs the eyes of the others toward the 
dining-room door. Mrs. Moore has been standing there 
through Benny's last speech. With his usual boyish 
enthusiasm he goes toward her, as she advances to wel- 
come him.) Why, hello. Auntie Moore ! How are you? 
Young as ever, I see ! 

i\lRS. MooRE (looking up at him zvith affectionate 
admiration- and sometJiing of envy in her old voice). 
Well — well — Benny ! How nice you do look ! So you're 
a lieutenant now? (She tenderly smooths the sleeve of 
his khaki coat.) Won't you come in and have a cup of 
tea ? Come in — all of you. I thought it would be nicer 
in the dining-room than in here. Do come, Benny. 
Grant will be here pretty soon. 

(She leads the way tozuard the dining-room. The 
ladies follozv, but Benny tries to back azvay.) 

Benny. I'll come back later. I — I don't care much 
for tea. I'm — I'm not hungry 

Mrs. Moore. But you must learn to like it, Benny. 
All the English soldiers drink it, you know. 

(The girls seize him, and a laughing tussle ensues as 
Benny is dragged struggling into the dining-room.) 

Benny. I'd rather face the Germans any day than a 
bunch of women ! [Exeunt all, l. 

Enter Grant Moore from r. ; looks about in surprise at 
the empty room, hears the voices in the ne.vt room, 
and starts fozvard door, l. But at the table, c, he 
stops. Benny has left his hat there. Grant takes 
it in his hand and looks at it intently. At a distance 
the band has begun playing "America." The boys 
will be marching back dozvn Main Street soon. He 
puts down the hat, and hands crammed deep in his 
pockets, paces the room zvith bozvcd head. He 
stops finally before the picture of his father on the. 



12 THE SLACKER 

zvall, mid stands gazing up at it. Through the cur- 
tains, L., hacks Benny, with the furtive manner of 
an escaped convict. He is carrying jive or six 
sandwiches in his left hand and a cup of tea in his 
right. He starts for the door, r., without seeing 
Grant, then, spying the vase of flowers on the table, 
he begins pouring the tea into the vase. Grant has 
been watching him with amusement. 

Grant. Watering the flowers, Benny ? 
Benny. Hello, old top! How are you? 

{^He impetuously reaches out his right hand, still 
holding the cup. Grant laughingly removes the 
cup to the table, and shakes Benny's hand vigor- 
ously.) 

Grant. Was it too strong for you, Benny? 

Benny. Never could go tea ! And with all those 
women ! 

Grant (placing an arm about Benny's shoulder and 
leading him to the settee). You're looking pretty fit, 
old chap ! How goes it ? 

Benny. Fine! Greatest dope in the world! Only 
thing lacking's the enemy, and we'll be at him pretty soon. 
But say ! I've got an appetite like a German ! 

{He eyes hungrily the sandwiches he still holds in 
his hand.) 

Grant (laughing). Go ahead! 

Benny. Have one? 

Grant. No, thanks. You look equal to all of 'em. 
(Benny begins to eat vigorously, first from one hand 
then the other.) How are the boys coming? 

Benny. They're a fine bunch. Take to the drill like 
veterans. But wait till you see them in their khaki ! 

Grant (looking at Benny's uniform zvith a kind of 
envy). It's — it's sort of fit-looking, isn't it? 

Benny (with shy pride). Well, it ain't exactly pretty, 
but it's — effective. 

Grant (suddenly looking down with an embarrassed 
laugh). You wouldn't — I wonder if you'd — it sotinda 



THE SLACKER 1 3 

like a six-year-old, I know ! But I'd like to know the 
feel of one — once. 

Benny (surprised, looking quickly at Grant). Why, 
sure thing, old top ! I — I didn't know you were inter- 
ested in — in this sort of thing. 

Grant. Interested! Why, Benny, I'm — I'm crazy 
about it ! I can't sleep at night for thinking of it. And 
when the band plays, as it's been playing this afternoon, 
I — I feel as if something were going to burst inside of 
me. You see, my father, ''' Captain Daddy " — up there — 
was a fighter — and my grandtather and great-grand- 
father and all my uncles. It was born into me. I feel 
like a traitor to stay out of it. But I'd feel more like a 
traitor if I went! I'd hoped the draft might catch me 
and so decide for me. But I'm past the age-limit. You 
see I've spent a good part of iPiy life and nearly all of 
mother's money learning to be a lawyer. I'm just get- 
ting a nice little practise now. And there'd be all that 
gone for nothing. Then there's Betty. — We've been 
engaged ever since I finished high school — more than ten 
3^ears ago. She was a mere infant then. But she's 
waited and v/orked and planned for this June. I couldn't 
ask her to wait any longer — and I couldn't give her 
up ! — But more than everything else — there's mother ! 
She's old, you know, and she's had more than her share 
of trouble. She and Captain Daddy were great pals. 
It — it was pretty hard on her when he died. Then she's 
had to stay here all alone while I was away at college 
and graduate-school and law-school. It would break 
her heart. Every day — two or three times a day — she 
asks me if I want to go. And I assure her that I don't ! — 
What else is there to do? 

(He rises and zvalks to the table, his hack to the 
audience. Benny follows him, placing an arm 
upon his shoidder.) 

Benny. I'm sorry, old man ! I didn't know you felt 
like this. It's a deuce of a problem, isn't it? But I 
think you're right not to go. It isn't worth breaking 
your mother's heart. There's plenty of the rest of us. 



'14 THE SLACftEPv 

(Shyly, to change the subject,) But you wanted to try 
on the togs? 

Grant {turning with a little smile). It's foolish of 
me, but I sort of wanted Captain Daddy up there to see 
me in a uniform — once. I suppose I'll never have one 
of my own — though God knows I've wanted one more 
than anything else in the v/orld ! But I can't break 
mother's heart or spoil Betty's life. 

( Unheard by either of the two men, Betty has entered 
the door, l., looking for Benny, a^id has overheard 
Grant's last speech.) 

Benny. Shall we go into your room? 
Grant. Yes. 

{He pushes open the door, r. c. Benny goes in. 
Grant is about to follow.) 

Betty. Grant ! 

Grant {turning quickly). Why, Betty! 

; {They meet c, in front of the table.) 

Betty. Oh, Grant — I didn't know! I heard what 
you said just now. I didn't knov/ you felt that way 
about it! Why didn't you tell me? Why 

Grant. Betty, I'm sorry. It was just an impossible 
situation. I didn't think there was any use saying any- 
thing about it 

Betty. But it would have stopped their horrid talk. 

{She catches herself quickly.) 

. Grant. What talk? 

Betty. Oh — nothing. But if I had known 

Grant {insistently) . What talk, Betty? 

. Betty. It isn't anything — just Mrs. Ralph, and a 

iew like that. They're saying you are — oh, that horrid 

word! 

Grant {with a little bitter laugh). A slacker? — 

Well — I suppose it can't be helped. They'll have to 

;say what they please, but I've got to do what I feel is my 

duty. 

,, Betty. But, Grant — I can't let you stay on my acr 



THE SLACK.ER 15 

count ! I can't let you sacrifice — " More than anything 
else in the world '' — you said — you wanted the uniform. 
I can go on working — Dailys have offered me a raise if 
I'll stay 

Grant. I don't want the uniform more than I want 
you, Betty. And what would become of all the waiting 
and the planning for June? 

Betty. We'd have June anyway. We'd be married 
just the same. Then 

Grant {taking her in his arms). Betty — you dearest 
— you bravest little girl in the world 

Betty {zvith a shake of her head). I'd only be doing 
my " bit " — along with thousands of other women — 
ever3'where. 

Grant {the light dies suddenly out of his face). 
There's mother ! I'd almost forgotten. It would kill 
m.other, Betty. 

• Betty {the fine glow of sacrifice fading from her eyes 
also). I'd forgotten, too. It zvoidd kill her — I heax"d 
her say so only this afternoon. 

Grant. It wouldn't be worth that price. War has 
demanded so much of her. I'm all she has. It's ter- 
rible to be left alone — at seventy. If she knew how I 
felt she'd want to make the sacrifice. But I couldn't 
accept — at the price! (Betty nods in sympathy. They 
stand for a moment in silence listening to the bugle call 
from the band up the street. There is a chattering of 
voices. The women are coming back.) The women! 
I'll go to Benny. He's going to let me try his uniform 
on — just for fun. Wait till the rest have gone and see 
me in it — will you ? 

(Betty nods. They clasp hands in silent understand- 
ing. Then Grant hurries into his room. The ladies 
file in. Betty^ walks dozvn l., and sits on the arm 
of a chair, her face averted.) 

V Mrs. Ralph. Well, I can't say that I like afternoon 
tea ! But I suppose we'll have to drink it so as to feel 
more akin to our English sisters. — Has anybody seen my 
crochet needle? It's always working out of my bag. >. 



l6 TME SLACICER 

(Some of the ladies look about on the floor. Mrs. 
Moore comes down r. near Mrs. Ralph.) 

Mrs. Moore. Did you lose something, Mrs. Ralph? 

Mrs. Ralph. Just my crochet-needle. — Oh, here it 
is — caught in my knitting! {With a sudden dropping of 
her voice,) I'm sorry, Mrs. Moore, you took so to heart 
what I said this afternoon. You know me — my bark's 
always worse'n my bite ! 

AIrs. Moore {with kindly forgiveness). Yes, I know, 
dear. But I — I feel very strongly on the subject. 

Mrs. Ralph. Yes — yes, of course ! But you haven't 
anything to worry about. Good-bye, dear. The tea was 
delicious ! 

{She shakes hands and goes, Mrs. Moore is busy 
bidding good-bye to the other ladies. The band 
starts playing again. It is coming nearer.) 

Mrs. Smitpi {near the door, r.). Listen! The band 
is playing again! They're coming back this way. I 
suppose Benny's with them, little scamp ! — Come on over 
to our house for supper, will you, Ella? 

Ella. Oh, thanks ! Coming now, Betty ? 

Betty. Not just now. I'm going to help with the 
dishes. 

(Mrs. Smith and the other ladies hurry out onto the 
porch to see the boys coming back. Mrs. Moore 
acco m panics th em . ) 

Mrs. Moore. I'm sorry Grant didn't get back. It 
was lonesome for Benny. 

{The zvomen's good-byes are heard from outside. The 
band is coming nearer. Betty turns as she hears 
Grant's door open cautiously.) 

Grant. Have the enem.y all withdrawn? {He enters, 
clad in khaki uniform, but zvithout the hat, which still 
lies on the table, or the sword. Betty comes to meet 
him, looking him over proudly, in silence. Then, taking 
the hat from the table, she places it on his head as she 
might have placed a crown. He takes her in his arm for 
a moment. Then turning their backs, her left arm still 



tHE SLACKER t^ 

about him, they both salute the picture and the flag on 
the wall.) How do you like me, Captain Daddy? 

(Mrs. Moore appears at the doorzvay, r. She stares 
ivonderingly at the tableau for a moment. Then 
over her old face there bursts a look of relief, of 
pride, of great happiness.) 

Mrs. Moore. My boy — my boy! 

{She goes to him, her arms outstretched. Grant 
turns quickly.) 

Grant. Mother, I 

{The hurried explanation he is about to offer is 
checked by the look of joy on the old face.) 

Mrs. Moore. You have enlisted — you have enlisted! 
Oh, I am so glad, dear 

Grant. But, mother — I don't understand ! I thought 
— I thought you didn't want me to go 

Mrs. Moore {caressing the khaki-covered arm). I 
knew it would be hard to give you up, of course, but I 
wanted you to be your father's son ! All my people have 
been fighters — I named you for a fighter. You and 
Captain Daddy used to play always at being '' Soldier," 
when you were little. I — I have prayed that you might 
be brave and — and loyal like your father. I said I 
didn't want you to go because I couldn't have people 
talking about you. And I thought — God forgive me — I 
was afraid — you wanted to — stay at home ! 

Grant {as sudden understanding bursts upon him, he 
takes her in his arms). I might have known! A sol- 
dier's daughter — a soldier's wife, a soldier's mother! 

Mrs. Moore {looking up, happily smiling through her 
tears). You look very nice, dear, in your uniform — 
nicer than Benny 

Grant. But it isn't my uniform, mother. It's 
Benny's. I just tried it on. I haven't enlisted 

(Mrs. Moore draws slozvly arvay from him, pain and 
disappointment in her face.) 

Mrs. Moore. You — haven't — enlisted 



l8 THE SLACKER 

Grant. Not yet, mother — but I'm going to — right 
away ! Now that I know two of the bravest little women 
in the world are willing 

{He holds out an arm for each. The bugle call sounds 
stirringly just outside. Mrs. Moore brings from 
the chest Captain Daddy's old sword and .fastens it 
upon him. Benny, clad in Grant's bathrobe, pokes 
his head, out of the bedroom door.) 

Benny. Hey, Grant ! Are you goin' to keep that 
suit all day? 

Grant. No, Lieutenant Benny. I'm going to have 
one of my own ! 

{While, just outside the door, the band strikes up 
" The Star-Spangled Banner," the curtain falls. ) 



THE DUTCH DETECTIVE 

A Farce in Three Acts 
By Walter Beii Hare 
Five males, five females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, one interior. 

Plays two hours. Otto Schmultz's pursuit of divers criminals according 
to correspondence school methods affords two hours of side-splitting fun. 
Every part a good one. Good for any purpose. 

Price ^ 2^ cents 

CHARACTERS 

Otto Schmultz, a correspondence-school detective. 

Plunk Jarleck, escaped from the asylum. 

Jabo Grabb, the police force of Splinterville. 

Major Hannibal Howler, on the war-path, 

Augustus Coo, a newly-wed. 

Gladys Howler-Coo, his bride, the Major s daughter. 

Ambrosia McCarty, the queen of the lunch room. 

Miss Araminta Sourdrops, who loses her Jabo. 

Hortensey Smatters, escaped from the asylum. 

Katrina Kraut, /;w;2 Hamilton Cidy by der Schtate of Ohio, 

SYNOPSIS 

Act I. The railroad station at Splinterville. Lovers and lunatics. 

Act n. The same. Votes for women. 

Act hi. The same. The midnight choo-choo. 

A STRING OF PEARLS 

A Comedy in One Act 
By Claire Wallace Flytin 
Two males, four females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, an interior. 

Plays half an hour. Peggy Madison, in a fit of spite about a string of 
pearls, tries to complicate her sister Ethel's little love-affair, but after some 
amusing tactics only succeeds in bringing matters to an understanding. 
Bright and lively j all parts good ; recommended for schools. 

Fricg, 7"5 cents 

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM 

A Comedy in Three Acts 
By William Shakespeare 
Thirteen males, ten females. Costumes, appropriate ; scenery, varied, 
or may be dispensed with. Plays a full evening. An arrangement of this 
play for schools and colleges. The growing demand for this play for 
school performance has led to the preparation of this addition to the 
popular William Warren edition. This play is singularly well adapted 
for performance under simple conditions, meagreness of production tend- 
ing to enhance the value and effect of its beautiful lines. The less scenery, 
fis a rule, the more satisfactory the effect both as drama and as literature. 

Pricct i^ cents 



FOR COLLEGE THEATRICALS 

FORTUNE BY LAND AND SEA 

A Tragi-CoQiedy in Five Acts 
By Thomas Heywood and Williajn Rowley 

Ap acting version arranged for the Annual Theatricals of the Harvard 

Chapter of Delta Upsilon for 1899 

By Janet Edmonson V/alker 

Eighteen male, three female characters. Costumes, Elizabethan; 
scenery, varied, but may easily be dispensed with, the piece being even 
advantaged by production under the conditions of its period. Intended to 
serve as a full evening's bill. This is one of the items of a considerable 
list of the productions of the Harvard Dramatic Club that were to have 
been announced but that were abandoned as an indirect consequence of 
the European war. The version offered has been acted with great suc- 
cess and is entirely competent material for similar experiments by other 
colleges and schools. The serious interest in drama study that is one of 
the most conspicuous features of the present educational scheme has 
originated a demand for acting material of real value, and we are fortu- 
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trionic merit. Price, boards, So cents per copy 

CHARACTERS 

Old Forrest. Purser | . 

Frank Forrest ] , . Clinton J ^ 

Young Forrest j ^^^^ ^^^^' Clown. 

Old Harding. Pursuivant. 

Philip, his eldest son, inarried to Host. 

Susan Forrest. Sailor. 

William ] , . Hangman. 

John \ his younger sons. ^^^^ ^^^ Harding, second 

Master Rainsforth, a quarrel- wife to Old Harding, 

some gentleman. Susan, daughter of Old Forrest i 

Goodwin "I friends to Rains- %vife to Philip Harding. 



Foster j forth. Bess, barmaid. 

A Merchant, brother to Mrs. 

Harding. Draiuers, Officers, etc. 

TOO MUCH SALT 

A Comedy in One Act 
By G. S. Bryan 

Three male, three female characters. Costumes, modern ; scene, a 
simple interior. Plays twenty minutes. A young husband brings home a 
friend to dinner to find that the cook has left and his wife has cooked the 
dinner. A series of disasters brings about a state of war and upon the 
battle-field arrive the wife's uncle and aunt as reinforcements. A flank 
movement by Auntie's pet dog turns the day, and all ends well. A 
trifle that can be recommended. 

Price, i^ cents 



TEN BOYS' FARCES 

With an Introduction on Impromptu Dramatics 
By Eustace M. Feixoito 
This very original collection of plays for boys is one of the most intei** 
esting books of its kind that we have ever offered, both in its matter and 
in its origin, Tliey are for boys and they are also largely by boys, hav- 
ing grown ratlier than been written, much as the Iliad was ; havnig been 
spoken many tunes until their form was satisfactory and then written 
down. They were thus originated in The Columbia Park Boys' Club, of 
San Francisco, and have all been many times acted — one of them, ♦* Rosie, 
the Girl from. Paris," having been presented several thousand times in 
public as well as in private since its beginnings in 1900. "The Last 
Rehearsal " has been performed about two thousand times in this country 
and in Australia. The collection is offered with confidence that it is an 
adequate answer to that most difficult of all requests in this line — '« a good 

play for boys." „ . 

^ ^ ^ Price, 2^ cents 

CONTENTS 

Introduction. 

DiNG-A-LiNG. For six boys. 

The Last Rehearsal. P^or six boys. 

RosiE, the Girl from Paris. For nine boys. 

The Teacher's Pet. For seven boys ; pupils ad libitum. 

Lost But Found, For eight boys. 

Political Promises. For six boys. 

When the Cat Is Away. For seven boys. 

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Ihem^' For three boys. 

Chips Off the Old Block. For four boys. 

The Tramp Barbers. For seven boys. 

A TROUBLESOME FLOCK 

A Mother Goose Play for Children 
By Elizabeth B\ GupiilL 
Ten boys, fifteen girls. Mother Goose costumes ; scenery unimportant. 
Plays forty-live minutes. This welcome addition to the small list of 
Mother Goose entertaiuments can be given in any hall or schoolroom, no 
special setting being required, and can easily be presented by a smaller 
number than twenly-five children, tlie full cast called for, by eliminating 
some parts. The music called lor is printed with the songs in each case. 
Strongly recommended. 

Price, 2_^ cents 

THE DOLL THAT SAVED AN ARMY 

An Historical Play in Four Scenes 
By Edyth M. Wormwood 
Twelve boys, six girls and as many soldiers as are desired. Costumes 
of the Revolution ; scenery, simple. Tlays thirty minutes. Five char- 
acters may be eliminated by doubling, making it possible for thirteen 
children to give the play. Lnportant papers are got to General Wash- 
ington's hands inside the doll of a patriotic American girl v/hose adven- 
tures constitute the action. Recommended. 

Price, /jr cents 



MUCH ADO ABOUT BETTY 

A Comedy in Three Acts 
By Walter Ben Hare 
Ten male, tvi'elve female characters, or seven males and seven females 
by doubling. Costumes, modern ; scenery, two easy interiors. Plays a 
full evening. Betty, a moving picture star, going south on a vacation, 
loses her memory from the shock of a railway accident, and is identified 
as a rival, Violet Ostrich, from a hand-bag that she carries. In this char- 
acter she encounters the real Violet, who has just eloped with Ned O'Hare, 
and mixes things up sadly both for herself and the young couple. An 
exceptionally bright, clever and effective play that can be highly recom- 
mended. Good Negro, Irish and eccentric comedy parts. 

Price, 25 cents 

CHARACTERS 

Lin Leonard, Betty's one, best bet. Ethel Kohler, a high-school admirer 

Major Jartree, of Wichita, not only of Betty. 

bent, but crooked. Violet Ostrich, a film favorite, Ned's 

Ned O'Hare, a jolly young honeymooner. bride. 

Mr. E. Z. Ostrich, ivho has ivritten a Mrs. K. M. Diggins, a guest at the Hotel 

wonderful i3iclure-play. Poinsettia. 

Dr. 'McNuTT, solid ivory fi-omtheneck up. Daffodil Diggins, her daughter, "Yes, 

Jim W il,es, a high-school se}iior, Blamma!" 

Archie, a black bell-boy at the Hotel Miss Chizzle, one of the Korth Georgia 

Poinsettia. Chizzles. 

Officer Riz.'ey ,ivho alivoys does his duty. Pearlie Brown, Violefsmaid, a widoio 

Officer Dugan, /)-o;?i tlic Emerald Isle. of ebon hue. 

Mr. Ebenezer O'Hare, a SicA; wirtncm*^ Violet, Violet Ostrich's little girl aged 

a submerged tenth. seven. 

Mrs. Ebenezer O'Hare, ^^ Birdie" the THauoisT), Pearlie'' s little girl aged six 

other nine-tenths. and 

Aunt Winnie, Betty'' s cJiaperone. Betty, the star of the Movagraph Co. 
Lizzie Mon/. han, Betty's maid, ivith a 

vivid imagination. 

Jartree may double Dugan ; Ned may double Kiley ; Jim may double Archie ; 
Mrs. O'Hare may double Ethel ; Aunt Wiuuie may double Pearlie and Lizzie 
may double Miss Chizzle, thus reducing the cast to seven males and seven fe- 
males. The two children have no lines to speak. 

SYNOPSIS 

ACT I. Betty's apartments near New York. Married in haste. 
Act ir. Parlor D of the Hotel Poinsettia, Palm Beech, Fla. Three days later. 
Betty loses her memory. 
Act III. Same scene as Act II. A full honeymoon. 

JUST A LITTLE MISTAKE 

A Comedy in One Act 

By Elizabeth Gale 
One male, five female characters, or can be played by all girls. Cos- 
tumes, modern; scenery, an easy interior. Plays forty minutes. Mrs. 
Ball receives a cablegram from her sister Lucy stating that Jeny 
will arrive that day and begging her to be cordial. Mrs. Ball then goes 
out to hire a cook, leaving three young friends to receive the unknown 
guest. The cook, sent down from the agency in haste, is greeted and 
entertained as Jerry and when the real Jerry (Miss Geraldine Take) ar- 
rives she is sent out to the kitchen. After considerable confusion and ex- 
citement she is discovered to be the " Little Miss Take." Strongly rec- 
ommended. FricCf 2^ cents 



A PAGEANT OF HISTORY 

A Entertainment for either Indoor or Out-of-Door 

Performance 

By VVa/ier Be7t Hare 

Fifteen males, nine females by doublinj^, and has been given on a large 
scale with one hundred and thirty-eight men and two hundred and ten 
women. Eighteen males and twenty females is an average number. 
Costumes, historical ; scenery, either elaborate or none at all, as desired. 
Plays a full evening. A very easy and eft'eclive scheme for a pageant 
illustrating the progress of our race in hiblory, with full directions lor 
economical costuming and simple production. Adapted for production by 
any one, anywhere, with good effect. Has been produced repeatedly and 
is perfectly practical. Strongly recommended for school exhibitions or 
for a lawn entertainment. 

Price, 2^ cents 



Scene i. 
Scene 2. 
Scene 3. 



Scene 4. 

Scene 5. 
Scene 6. 



OUTLINE FOR PRCGRAxMMES 
Ancient Britain. "The Coming of the Cross." Drama 
in blank verse with hymns and march movements. 

Medieval England. " Bold Robin Hood." Comic 
Opera with Folk Dances. 

Parti. — "The Landing of the Pilgrims." Tableau 

with reading. 
Part 2. — "The White Man's Foot." Dramatic Indian 

scene. 
Part J. — " A Song of Tlianksgiving. 

service. 



Pilgrim song 
Tableau with 



Historical char- 



Part I. — "The Spirit of Seventy-Six.' 

song. 
Pari 2. — " A Colonial Garden Party." 

acters in the Minuet. Petite Comedy. 

Part T. — " The Days of '61." Bnttle scene with music 
Part 2.. — " Lincoln's Speech at Gettysburg." 

" America Triumphant." Song and Tableau. 



SALLY LUNN 

A Comedy in Two Acts 

By Gladys Ruth Bridgham 

Three males, four females. Costumes, modern ; scenery, one interior. 
J'iays one and a half hours. Mrs. Randolph (Sally), having married a 
man with children of about her own age, is taken on her tirst encounter 
with them for a girl friend of her " kid " son, wiio is m the secret, and in 
this character wins a popularity that was denied her. Very clever and 
all characters first class. Strongly recommended. 

Price, 2^ cents 



THE CAMP-FIRE GIRLS 

A Comedy in Four Acts 

By Walter Ben Hare 

Fifteen female characters and seven children who do not speak. Scenery, 
one interior and two exteriors; costumes modern and Indian. Plays a full 
evening. An admirable vehicle for spreading the principles of this help- 
ful order as well as an interesting and effective entertainment suitable for 
any occasion. Peggy Malone, the little drudge, is a part of enormous 
sympathy ; Zingara, the gypsy, very picturesque and dramatic ; and 
Mollie Mealy, the old maid, a scream. Very strongly recommended. 

Price, 2^ cents 

CHARACTERS 
Peggy Malone, a little drudge. 
Mrs. Bacon, a boarding-house keeper. 
Beulah Marie, her daughter, aged seventeen. 
Miss Henrietta Dash, a newspaper reporter. 
Miss Mollie Mealy, an old maid, so seniimeniaL 
Miss Lee, the guardian of the camp, 
Zingara, a wandering gypsy. 
Neeta, a little gypsy song-bird. 
Nell Mason ^ ) 



Margery Gilmore 
Betty Thurston 
Nan Lester 
Melissa Hicks 
Doris Gray 
Phyllis Marvin 



Camp-Fire Girls* 



SYNOPSIS FOR PROGRAMMES 

Act I. Christmas day in a boarding-house. The poor little 
drudge. Beulah entertains the camp. Peggy dreams. 

Act 11. The dream. The Princess Pocahontas. 

Act in. Same as Act L The awakening. Her cup of misery. 

Act IV. A gypsy camp. The Carnegie medal. Happiness 
at last. 



OUR BOYS 

A Comedy in Three Acts 
By H. J. Byron 
A new edition of this evergreen comedy, reprinted from an acting copy 
and containing a.11 the '< gags " and stage business employed in professional 
performances of the piece, arranged for amateur production by Frank W. 
Fowle, following the traditions of the Boston Museum. Starting with a 
run of more than 1,500 nights in its original production, no existing play 
has had a larger or more universal success in the theatre than this. Very 
easy to produce and a sure hit in amateur tiieatricals, 

FricCf JJ cents 



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